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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.