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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.