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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.