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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.