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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.