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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.