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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.