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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.