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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.