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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Japan,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.