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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.