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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.