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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Toasters to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.