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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
10cc,
Brick,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.