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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.