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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.