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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.