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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.