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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.