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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
New Order,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of 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.