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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Flipper,
Swans,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.