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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.