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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Make Up,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.