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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.