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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco 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?
Symarip,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.