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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.