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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.