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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Index,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.