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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.