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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Black Pus,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.