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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
PIL,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.