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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.