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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.