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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.