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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
UT,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.