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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.