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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.