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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.