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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.