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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.