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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.