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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.