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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.