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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visage to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.