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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.