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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Can,
UT,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.