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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.