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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Magma,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.