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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.