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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
MC5,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
10cc,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.