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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.