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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.