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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.