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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.