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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.