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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Scion,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.