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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
cv313,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.