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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.