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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.