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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.