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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Hoover,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.