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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.