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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.