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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
The Move,
X-101,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.