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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.