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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.