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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.