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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Make Up,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.