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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Smog,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.