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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.