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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.