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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.