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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.