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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Visage,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Mars,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.