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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
The Associates,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.