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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.