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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
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.