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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Residents to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.