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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.