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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.