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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.