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 Israel and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Real Kids to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.