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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.