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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.