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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.