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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.