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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.