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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Skaos to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.