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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.