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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.