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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.