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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.