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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Names,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.