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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.