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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.