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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.