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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.