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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.