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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.