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 Chad and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.