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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.