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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.