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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.