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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.