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 Belarus and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
the Normal,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.