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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Crime,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.