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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.