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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Monks,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.