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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.