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 Gambia and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.