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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.