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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.