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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.