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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Index,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.