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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.