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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.