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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.