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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.