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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.