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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.