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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.