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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.