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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.