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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.