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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Funky Four + One 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.