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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.