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 Tuvalu 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.