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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
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.