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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.