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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.