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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.