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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
PIL,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.