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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.