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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Faust,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.