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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.