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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.