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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.