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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 oboe 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.