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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.