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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.