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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.