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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.