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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.