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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.