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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.