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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Magma,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.