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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.