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 London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.