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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
MDC,
Chrome,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.