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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.