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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
June Days,
Section 25,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.