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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.