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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.