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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Index,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
ABC,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.