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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.