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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.