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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.