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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.