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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.