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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.