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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.