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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.