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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.