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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.