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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Smog,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.