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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.