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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.