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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.