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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.