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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.