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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.