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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.