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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.