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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.