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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.