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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.