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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.