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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.