Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.