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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.