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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.