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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.