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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Josef K,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.