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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.