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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.