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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.