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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.