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 Jamaica 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.