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 Zimbabwe 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
World's Most,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.