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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.