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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.