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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.