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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.