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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Swans,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.