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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.