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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manila and Hong Kong.
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 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.