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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
JFA,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.