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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.