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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Index,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.