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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Nas,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.