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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.