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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fall to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.