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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.