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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.