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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
The Motions,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.