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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
UT,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.