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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.