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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.