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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Foxx 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.