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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.