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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.