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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Index,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.