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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.