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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.