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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.