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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.