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 Syria and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.