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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.