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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Monks,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.