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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
X-101,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.