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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.