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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Visage,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.