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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Move to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
UT,
Pagans,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.