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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.