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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.