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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.