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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.