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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Nico,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.