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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.