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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.