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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.