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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.