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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.