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 Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.