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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.