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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.