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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Mars,
The Litter,
Franke,
Cluster,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
the Germs,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.