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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Q65,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.