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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Index,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.