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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.