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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.