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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.