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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.