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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.