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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.