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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.