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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.