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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
June Days,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.