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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.