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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Brick,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.