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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.