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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s 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 Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.