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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.