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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.