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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.