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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
DNA,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.