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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.