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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.