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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
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 Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Wire,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.