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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Zapp,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.