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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.