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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.