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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.