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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.