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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.