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 London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Shoche to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.