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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.