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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.