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 Kazakhstan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.