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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.