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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.