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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Magma,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.