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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.