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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.