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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.