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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.