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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.