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 Qatar 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 Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.