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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 The Real Kids 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.