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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.