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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese 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?
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.