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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.