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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.