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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.