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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.