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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.