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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 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 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Television,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.