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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.