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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.