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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Wake 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.