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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.