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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.