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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.