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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.