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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.