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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.