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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
The Evens,
The Wake,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.