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 China and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
DNA,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.