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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.