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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Nico,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.