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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.