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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Ituana,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Index,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.