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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.