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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Wire,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.