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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.