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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.