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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.