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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 guitar 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.