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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.