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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.