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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.