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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.