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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.