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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.