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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.