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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.