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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.