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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.