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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
New Order,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.