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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Television,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.