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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.