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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.