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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.