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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.