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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon 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?
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.