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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.