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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.