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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.