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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.