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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.