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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.