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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.