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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.