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 Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Japan,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.