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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Faust,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.