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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.