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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.