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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.