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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.