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 Malta 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.