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 Uzbekistan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.