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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey 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?
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.