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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
10cc,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Wire,
Inner City,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.