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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
JFA,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.