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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.