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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.