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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.