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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Pole,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Shoche,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.