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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.