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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.