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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.