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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Nas,
Visage,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.