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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Brick,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
The Standells,
The Wake,
New Order,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.