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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.