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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.