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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
The Remains,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.