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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.