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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.