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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.