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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.