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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.