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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.