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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
X-102,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.