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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.