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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.