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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.