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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.