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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.