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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Index,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.