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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.