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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.