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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.