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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.