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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.