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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators 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?
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.