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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.