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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
The Cure,
The Wake,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Scion,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.