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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.