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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.