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 Lebanon 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.