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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.