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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
AZ,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.