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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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?
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.