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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.