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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.