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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Fear,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.