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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.