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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Franke,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.