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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.