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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
John Cale,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.