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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.