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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.