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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.