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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.