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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.