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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.