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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.