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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.