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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.