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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Liliput,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.