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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.