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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Pole,
Television,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.