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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.