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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.