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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Swans,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.