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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.