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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.