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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.