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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.