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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.