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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.