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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.