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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Main Source,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.