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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.