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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.