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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.