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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.