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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 UT to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
the Association,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.