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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.