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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Technova,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.