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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Cure,
cv313,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.