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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Index,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.