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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Can,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.