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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
New Order,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.