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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Technova,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.