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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Roxette,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.