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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.