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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.