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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.