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 Congo 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.