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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.