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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bad Manners 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.