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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.