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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.