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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.