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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
the Association,
Section 25,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.