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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
X-102,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.