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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.