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 Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.