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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.