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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.