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 Tuvalu 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.