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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.