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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Index,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.