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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.