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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.