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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.