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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Fear to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.