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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.