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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sound to the rock 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
New Order,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.