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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Can,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
X-101,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.