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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.