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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.