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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.