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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Magazine,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.