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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.