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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.