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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.