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 South Sudan and from London.
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 Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Franke,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.