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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.