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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.