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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.