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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Brick,
Unwound,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Aswad,
X-101,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.