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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.