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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.