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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
the Slits,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.