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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.