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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.