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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.