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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.