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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Index,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.