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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.