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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.