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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.