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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.