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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.