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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.