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 Andorra 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Nas,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.