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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
John Cale,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.