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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Main Source,
PIL,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.