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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Franke,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.