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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.