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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.