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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Television,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.