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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Wire,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.