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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.