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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.