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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
AZ,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
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.