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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fire Engines 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.