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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
MDC,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.