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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.