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 Portugal and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Raincoats to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.