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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.