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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Television,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.