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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO 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?
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.