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 Egypt and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 808 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.