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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
DNA,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.