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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.