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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.