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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.