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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.