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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.