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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.