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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.