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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.