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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.