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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.