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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.