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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
X-102,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.