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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.