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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
New Order,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.