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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
ABC,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.